Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.